Grand Canyon, AZ 1/2/16
I always dreamed of being someone great. Someone remembered. A man with great accomplishments, achievements, accolades, awards, trophies, notoriety, and fame.
I always dreamed of crowds screaming my name. Of having everything I could ever imagine. But as I got older there was… this resonance in my dreams. This void that could never be filled with the materialistic objects of this world.
My dream of riches, luxury and notoriety began to end with trying to drink my way to the bottom of every bottle; into trying to work my way through materialistic goals. Or sleeping my way through the depth of infinite loneliness.
I envisioned having everything in the world, with memories I couldn’t ever share. Because with everything I had, in every dream, it ended with me aging in tears, not just years and receiving care from people who just do it for a check and not out of love. It ended with me as an old man, filled with regret, waiting to die alone. With everything I could ever want but praying for death long before it ever greeted me. Sore, bitter and alone. With no one left to spill my regrets to. Just an old man who likes to sleep on the couch because beds are made for two not one. My dream became my nightmare and I prayed my dream to never come true.
But I met you. No, not like you remember. I met you long before I ever saw your face. I fantasized about you in classes when I was young. I saw you in college textbooks when my vision blurred from lack of sleep. I saw pieces of you in my mistakes of past thinking they would be my present but ultimately coming to the realization they would never be you. I saw you every time I closed my eyes in visions, no not day-dreams, because a dream never felt this real or kissed the way you kissed. I held hands with yours and our son who I can close my eyes and see now. The difference is when I open my eyes, I now see you. But when I close them again, I see us and our seeds to come.
Success to me is more than just legacy, its family. Everything I make in this world will eventually wither away, but I want what my dad has. A strong god fearing and loving family. I want amazing memories. I want stories that most will probably forget, some might never see, but that we will remember. I want to grow with you, mentally, physically and spiritually. I want my vision to become my reality. You now and forever more.
Will you love me? Even when I get on your nerves. Will you travel with me? Even if I wanted to go to the end of the world. Will you pray with me? So god can provide or give us peace through our every needs. Will you take care of me? When I am too sick or too old to take care of myself. Will you grow with me? Mentally, spiritually and physically. Will you marry me? Not for now but til death do us part. Not for just the years because the one guarantee we have in this life is that troubles will arise. Not for my hot looks because those too will fade but as my father I will age like wine not milk. Not for my charm and whit because those too will change as I age into wisdom and wise words. Will you marry me for me? For all that I am to be? For all that I am? The good and bad.
Will you marry me?
by: Moises Seraphin
by: Moises Seraphin
